Yes, it gives me a chuckle. It also gives me some joy to imagine the slightest flicker of insight that "they hate us" or just general frustration and suffering. I really don't care much about the manner of their suffering, simply that they suffer. Face flies, existential dread, herpes, whatever.

Here's the part that doesn't give me a chuckle:

I have personal professional experience of a 4-year old, when not permitted to leave the counseling room, comically attempting to pick up a chair to threaten me whilst screaming "I'm gonna crush your skull, bitch." (Take a guess where he learned that from.)

Sociopathic kids having an id rage are incredibly dangerous if sufficiently large and armed.